A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born

the one who picked the

was a simple building with windows

so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow white

year round, no matter

His thin stature made the

had almost

lived two months longer than

glass of water and medicine

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

like he

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

when he

of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

her favorite

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about

heard this, he began to

stopped and shook

seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she

not call her,”

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water and

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

medicines from him and swallowed

on the bed, and a nurse

done, Mark looked sideways at

weaker and weaker until he

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed

doctor had almost given up on

lived two months

was standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

Mark seemed like he had not heard

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must

twitched when he heard

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat

also her favorite

say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket

stopped

he never did. It seemed it

better not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin

him

a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark looked sideways at the

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

much

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

this Cecilia in his dream

in his arms and gently stroked his face,

this point, Mark woke

hospital room were white,

closed

felt he needed to

over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin

nurse was

return home. He missed his home

flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous

he knew he couldn’t change anything

give up as long as he was

he wouldn’t survive and have

stay strong and fight

was finding it difficult to

the bed and started to

a plane when he grew up. The plane

said he wanted to go there because he

Mark’s pale fingers trembled

back to the

into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had

arranged the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of

actually took a

more than

mouth, he put down the

his eyes

go back home and

Angela’s Library

Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

before he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

it was around 4 a.m. in

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

broke into

boy,” he

It was an international call,

sounded a

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her

a girl that had been

the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything

said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

to come see you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

entanglement with

much in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up like

and put down

never even dared to ask to speak

hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given

to hear this and he did a fist

he said with a

sign on the first day of the new year.

nodded in agreement and began to stroke one of

to fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance would

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